Chapter 790 Chapter 25: Gods
At this moment, Asgard is still in a state of preparation for war.
But the gods in the Golden Palace were arguing over who was the enemy.
The gods, led by Balder, the god of light, believed that all this was Loki's conspiracy. After all, he himself had died as a result of Loki's conspiracy and had his body pierced by mistletoe.
He was also angry because his mother, Frigga, was now on Loki's side.
Taking all these factors into consideration, Balder believed that Loki had sacrificed Garm to confuse their vision, which was absolutely possible.
Loki, the cunning god of fire is always good at manipulating everything in secret and throwing the gods into chaos.
Balder's voice echoed in the temple, his words filled with determination and resolve: "We must be vigilant of Loki's every move and must not let his conspiracy succeed again."
However, the guardian god Heimdall and the god of wisdom Mimir hold different opinions.
Heimdall's perception ability surpasses that of all gods. He can feel the powerful force penetrating the nine realms and shaking the hearts of every living being.
Mimir also felt that this kind of power could not be possessed by Loki.
The arguments between the two sides continued in the temple, each god insisted on his own point of view, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense.
Finally, the old man sitting on the throne, Odin, the father of the gods, raised his hand. His voice echoed in the temple like thunder: "Alright, alright, children. Our enemy has always been clear. Ragnarok is the fate between us, Loki, and his descendants. Don't let other things distract you from your vision."
Odin's gaze seemed to penetrate time and space, and his words were full of authority and wisdom.
He knew that no matter what happened, the gods must unite, and this time, Ragnarok was their turn.
Then he turned his gaze to Tyr, the god of war who had faced that power directly: "How is the situation in Valhalla?"
Tyr felt a little ashamed. He lowered his head, his voice heavy with worry: "Odin, Valhalla has fallen, and the Rainbow Bridge has been trampled to pieces. Now we can't sense or reach Valhalla."
His heart was filled with loss and self-blame. As the God of War, he failed to protect Valhalla, and this was his responsibility.
A hint of worry flashed in Odin's eyes, but his voice remained firm. "Then we must regroup our forces and prepare to face the coming challenge. The prelude to Ragnarok has begun, and we must prepare for Asgard and for the Nine Realms."
After saying these words weakly, he waved his hand and asked everyone to disperse.
But in the end Thor stayed where he was, walked over to the old man and knelt on one knee.
"Odin, perhaps we can try to contact that outsider. He seems to have anticipated the existence of this catastrophe."
"This is not a catastrophe, child. This is the clarion call for the Aesir to regain their rule over the North."
Odin rubbed his forehead tiredly, as if he had not yet truly recovered to his perfect state.
"Odin." Thor remained kneeling. "If there truly is such a powerful force attempting to destroy the Nine Realms, then we cannot disperse our forces solely on Loki."
The old man's single eye, as if penetrating the depths of time and space, slowly moved upwards and looked at his son kneeling on the ground.
Even kneeling, Thor looked much taller than Odin, but his heart was filled with anxiety and fear.
"Speak your mind." Odin's voice was calm, yet carried an irresistible command.
Thor hesitated for a moment. He knew that his idea might anger his father, but for the future of Asgard, he mustered up the courage to say, "Perhaps we can talk to Loki, or to that outsider..."
"I've already said that, there's nothing to discuss."
"Odin! You should know clearly that that kind of power cannot possibly come from Loki, so..."
"Enough!" Odin's roar was like thunder, instantly echoing in the hall and making Thor's eardrums hurt.
Boom—thunder suddenly roared, and the sky of Asgard began to churn and twist, with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, as if the whole world was trembling in his anger.
"How dare you!" His voice was old but becoming more and more powerful, mixed with a terrible echo, like an ancient curse, which made people shudder.
"How dare you propose peace talks with Loki! Thor! Where is your glory!! Where is everything you defend!?" Odin's anger erupted like a volcano, and his shadow gradually lengthened in the hall, finally covering the entire Golden Palace, shrouding everything in darkness.
Thor lowered his head and said no more.
He knew that he had angered his father and any excuses would be futile.
Odin slowly sat back in his chair, and everything around him returned to calm. But the flames of anger still flickered in his eyes, as if they would erupt again at any moment.
He raised his hand and waved. "Gather your forces and journey to Svartalfheim. We need the dwarves' allegiance."
There was a hint of fatigue in his voice.
"Yes, Odin." Thor stood up slowly and looked at the old man sitting on the seat. He felt a little dissatisfied in his heart, but he knew that this was his responsibility and he had to complete it.
Thor let out a breath of dissatisfaction, turned around and walked out of the hall with heavy steps.
After Thor's figure turned into thunder and disappeared in the square outside the temple with a deafening roar, Odin's gaze penetrated the splendor and light in the hall and looked at the corner shrouded in shadows.
His voice echoed in the empty hall. Not only did it lack the terrifying pressure from before, but it also carried a sense of old powerlessness.
"Hodel, Hodel!"
Following Odin's call, a figure wrapped in a black robe slowly emerged from the darkness.
Hoder, the god of darkness, had his eyes wrapped in black cloth. Even in the meeting of the gods just now, he was always hiding in the darkness, like an elusive shadow, unnoticed by anyone.
Hodr knelt before Odin's throne. His voice was low and hoarse, with an imperceptible tremor: "Father..."
"Go to Jotunheim with your brother Balder. I want to make sure those damned giants don't betray us again."
Odin's words carried an unquestionable command, and his voice was like the cold wind in winter, biting and chilling.
"...As you command, father."
Hoder's answer was concise and firm, even though he knew the grudge between him and Balder. The past when Loki deceived him and killed Balder with mistletoe had always been an indelible rift between the brothers.
Hodel stood up, his black robe swaying gently in the breeze of the hall, as if absorbing all the light around him.
He turned around and slowly walked towards the exit of the hall. Although his steps were slow, they were extremely firm.
He knew that no matter what the past between him and Balder was, they had to put aside their personal feelings for the sake of Asgard and the battle of Ragnarok.
Balder, the god of light, and Hodr, the god of darkness, are brothers who follow each other like shadows and echo each other.
Their existence symbolizes the light and darkness of the North and is an indispensable force in Asgard.
When they return together from Jotunheim, they will once again control the light and darkness of the North and prepare for the coming Ragnarok.
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At this moment in Alfheim, the thunder and rainstorms have completely dissipated.
Fenrir knew that this meant that Thor had gone to another world. He turned to look at Li Muhan and asked.
"Destroying Valhalla doesn't seem to be enough to convince Odin."
Li Muhan nodded: "This old guy hates you more than I thought."
Frigga opened her half-closed eyes and said, "I can sense two forces heading towards the kingdoms of giants and dwarves. Fenrir, we must act quickly."
Fenrir nodded, looked at Li Muhan and said, "Small fights won't shake Odin. We must let him know the seriousness of the problem."
"Then we'll strike the snake at its most vulnerable point." Li Muhan pointed to a certain point on the map spread out on the table.
"Let Bai Hai attack the World Tree directly."
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